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  1. May 2025
    1. . A ner­vous spark of pain would fly up my arm and settle to bum like an ember in the thick of my shoulder. An hour, two passed. Three. My whole body would assume regular movements; my shoveling would be described by identical, even movements. Even later in the day, my enthusiasm for primitive sensation would survive the heat and the dust and the insects pricking my back.

      Reading this makes me understand why I like working out so much. Yes the idea of it isn't as appealing BUT, when you get into the motions you feel great.

    2. I went to college at Stanford, attracted partly by its academic reputation, partly because it was the school rich people went to. I found myself on a campus with golden children of western America's upper middle class.

      This makes total sense since he is not going to do hard labor. If his parents aren't necessarily ecstatic about him being book smart, a school with a title will have them boasting about him!

    3. Fuerte, "strong," seemed to mean not physical strength as much as inner strength, character. A dependable man is fuerte.

      The idea of the three F's is interesting.To me, machismo does not fit into any of these categories yet, this is the kind of man most women end up with.

    4. Nor did my complexion make me feel especially vulnerable to racial abuse. (I didn't really consider my dark skin to be a racial characteristic.  I would have been only to happy to look as Mexican as my light skinned older brother.) Simply, I judged myself ugly. And, since the women in my family had been the ones who discussed it in such worried tones, I felt my dark skin made me unattractive to women.

      Racism is never the face of the "problem" of a darker skin tone as a Mexican. It was always told to me as a "preference". This is incredibly stupid and it is about racism even though Mexican mothers, aunts, and grandmothers get furious when you bring this to light.

      What people say to you about your complexion makes you feel ugly like the narrator said. I never had or have a problem with my complexion but it always seems like one of my relatives do. And to that? I say F you.

    5. I was my parents' child. Things most middle-class children wouldn't trouble to notice, I studied. Remembered to see: the starched black and white uniform worn by the maid who opened the door; the Mexican gardeners-their complexions as dark as my own. (One gardener's face, glassed by sweat, looked up to see me going inside.)

      This reminds me of going to any of my bosses houses. It seems like every time I get a new boss and I go over its the same play over and over again. Hispanics working for white people. I always feel icky after I leave. I understand it is a job but I can't help but notice.

    6. "Just remember, you're not a maid. I don't want you wearing a uniform."

      While I understand money is money, their mother has a great point and she doesn't need to wear a maid uniform to clean.

    7. ("They need to get sun because they look like los muertos.” )

      It's so interestning that I have had similar experiences. I always want to tan to get a little more color while my grandmother is always telling me to stay out of the sun to keep my porcelain doll like complexion.

    8. My older brother has inherited her good looks. When he was a boy people would tell him that he looked like Mario Lanza and hearing it he would smile with dimpled assurance. He would come home from high school with girl friends who seemed to me glamorous (because they were) blonds. And during those years I envied him his skin that burned red and peeled like the skin of the gringos. His complexion never darkened like mine. My youngest sister is exotically pale, almostashen. She is delicately featured, Near Eastern, people have said. Only my older sister has a complexion as dark as mine, though her facial features are much less harshly defined than my own.

      The differences between siblings is so interesting! My brother and I are mixed. My mother is Mexican and my father is Italian. I have straight hair and lighter complected skin (I burn and peel) while my brother has curly hair, freckles, and can hold a tan.

    9. which is a fancy name for transcrib­ ing and translating mostly taped phone conversations of suspected crim­inals smuggling drugs. I'm making okay money, which to me is amazing money because it is more than my father ever made.

      This is the perfect example of how your parents life (Spanish speaking) can assist in your new life being bilingual.

    10. The older Mimi (Marge) continued to dress like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance out in the fields, where the sun would sizzle any inch of exposed skin. She wore a spaghetti-strapped, red and white-striped Esprit top, white cotton shorts, and a matching headband with her red and white leather Nike tennis shoes, and took pictures of the vineyard with her Canon AE-1. Her headband kept a white division of skin on her forehead from tanning along with the rest of her face and as a result, she was forced to wear headbands for a few months afterward, way after headbands were out of fashion.

      Honestly? Sounds like she ate everyone up when it came to fashion in the fields!

    11. That label would never stick. Could never stick. We couldn't descend to that level. We just had to do it to help out Dad; that was all. Desperate circumstances calling for desperate measures and all that.

      No one is above any job. I think back to all of the stereotypes and wonder why more people pick fruit?

    12. Mom, I remember, was horrified at the implications, at the shame of having to send her virginal and royal daughters out to the fields.

      I can understand putting up with the Mimi act for a small while but not at the expense of others. I hope they go and make up the money they have be unconsciously taking from their siblings to better themselves.

    13. Mom developed a fascination with the Mimis, too, like she couldn’t believe her luck now that she was related to royalty. Feeding into their fantasy gave her one of her own, so she was always ready for an air-conditioned trip to the mall.

      I think that this is because their mom was in some way happy with how they turned out. They had a goal in mind and were accomplishing it, as odd as it may be. People were buying the act and who cares if it makes you happy?

    14. They made a conscious decision that they would be–and act–rich and white, even if their family wasn’t.

      I can only assume this was their attempt in fitting in, in an anglo dominated scene. Just like everyone else, they want to fit in.

    15. First, they dyed their brown-black hair blonde until it took on the color and brittleness of hay, then they began dressing in Sergio Valente and Gloria Vanderbilt fashions

      They are changing all of the visual identifiers of their culture. Not necessarily bad but for the sake of the story I can only assume they will regret it or their relatives will think badly of it.

    16. In six months, my daughter had become completely bilingual, with no loss to her native tongue and, better yet, no trauma!

      Being able to see the times change in one excerpt is amazing! I hope that she feels healed through her daughter.

    17. I was angry and yelled at them. "Que están haciendo, chamacos?"

      My grandmother does the same thing! It always makes it worse because my brother and I have no idea what she's saying so she has to repeat herself with even more anger in English.

    18. My mother knew nothing of those things, so I said nothing.

      Immigrating is a dream people think about. The problem is that the dream doesn't include what happens after you've made your dreams into reality. Sacrifices that family made for you to get here are often thrown around like daggers when you pursue an American job when your parents are immigrants. What is the point talking about your hardships when nothing will ever live up to the hardships they faced when moving.

    19. Our relationship worsened when I left my Latino neighborhood and went to study at a university where only 13 percent of the student body was Latino.

      While this is hard to do and can be looked down upon in the heat of the moment, this is the kind of life your parents immigrated for. This is the life they wanted for you before even though that pill is hard to swallow now.

    20. "But my colleague, a Mexican national writer, will never finish reading your great book because she can't get past the errors,” Sandra said.

      I can understand this from a readers perspective. I read anywhere from 75 to over 100 books a year. With so many new books coming out, I can't be caught up on the grammar or punctation. I understand that this is significant for this story but consumers expect the best of the best making it hard to make everyone happy. She translated it herself, took a leap and this is where it landed her. I'm happy that she got noticed but you gotta keep rolling with the punches. Keep your head up girl! Just adjust for the next time :)

    21. Do you write in English or Spanish?

      The same is asked of me when I go to any sort of book conventions. I understand that the hosts want to make sure I am pointed to the right direction but every time I answer English only, part of me feels bad that I don't know any Spanish.

    22. Not once did anyone say speaking two languages was an asset, especially in a diverse country like ours

      This concept is always so interesting to me. My grandmother never taught my mom Spanish and my mom never taught me Spanish. Now, when applying for jobs they praise those who are bilingual and they get paid more (as they should). Times have changed and hopefully will continue to grow in this direction.

    23. “I will never do any work in this prison system as long as I am not allowed to get my G.E.D.”

      whats the point in working your life away in prison if you can never get anything out of it for your future? Sure he can work for a quarter of pay someone not in prison gets for 10times more work but people don't hire without a high school education or GED. You cannot better yourself when you are set up to fail.

    24. Days later, with a stub pencil I whittled sharp with my teeth, I propped a Red Chief notebook on my knees and wrote my first words. From that moment, a hunger for poetry possessed me.

      Being 20 years old just learning how to read and write hinders life. If this man was in jail multiple times in his life, there is no way he was ever able to sign any paperwork and there is also a goof probability that if he had asked for aid in doing so, it more than likely not given to him.

    25. On the cover were black-and-white photos: Padre Hidalgo exhorting Mexican peasants to revolt against the Spanish dictators; Anglo vigilantes hanging two Mexicans from a tree; a young Mexican woman with rifle and ammunition belts crisscrossing her breast; César Chávez and field workers marching for fair wages; Chicano railroad workers laying creosote ties; Chicanas laboring at machines in textile factories; Chicanas picketing and hoisting boycott signs.

      Cover here:

    26. Son los costumbres que traicionan. La india en mí es la sombra: La Chingada, Tlazolteotl, Coatlicue. Son ellas que oyemos lamentando a sus hijas perdidas.

      These are the customs that betray. The Indian woman in me is the shadow: La Chingada, Tlazolteotl, Coatlicue. They are the ones we hear lamenting their lost daughters.

    27. Estas carnes indias que despreciamos nosotros los mexicanos asi como despreciamos y condenamos a nuestra madre, Malinali. Nos condenamos a nosotros mismos. Esta raza vencida, enemigo cuerpo.

      These Indian fleshes, which we Mexicans despise, just as we despise and condemn our mother, Malinali. We condemn ourselves. This defeated race, a bodily enemy.

    28. And if going home is denied me then I will have to stand and claim my space, making a new culture—una cultura mestiza—with my own lumber, my own bricks and mortar and my own feminist architecture.

      When I'm on my Mexican side of the family I am "too white" on the white side of my family I am "too Mexican". I don't fit in either so I choose my own path, set my own rules, take up space no matter where I am. With cultures mixing this will be more of the norm.

    29. The ability to respond is what is meant by responsibility, yet our cultures take away our ability to act—shackle us in the name of protection.

      Why would you stick to your culture when it does not represent you? Just because you were born into a space does not mean you have to adhere to it.

    30. But a few of us have been lucky—on the face of the Shadow-Beast we have seen not lust but tenderness; on its face we have uncovered the lie.

      The lie is that the Shadow-Beast is bad. This is believed because people are told what to think by others. What if you looked at it from a different perspective? Why is it really bad? Maybe you realize you and the beast are more alike than you thought. Who's really in the wrong?

    31. Some of us take another route.

      Some people live in denial. They are so scared of being unaccepted that they live their whole life miserable worrying about how others feel about them.

    32. Which was it to be—strong, or submissive, rebellious or conforming?

      Whichever route you choose someone isn't going to agree. Keep your head up and continue on with your choice.

    33. divine (the superhuman, the god in us). Culture and religion seek to protect us

      The superhuman- god in us, is part of something that is a belief just like religion is. One belief to go against the other seems silly. Why believe at all if none of these things physically exist?

    34. At a very early age I had a strong sense of who I was and what I was about and what was fair. I had a stubborn will. It tried constantly to mobilize my soul under my own regime, to live life on my own terms no matter how unsuitable to others they were. Terca. Even as a child I would not obey. I was “lazy.” Instead of ironing my younger brothers’ shirts or cleaning the cupboards, I would pass many hours studying, reading, painting, writing. Every bit of self-faith I’d painstakingly gathered took a beating daily. Nothing in my culture approved of me. Había agarrado malos pasos. Something was “wrong” with me. Estabá más allá de la tradición.

      Doing anything for yourself when it comes to growth in a hispanic household is deemed selfish and unacceptable until the point of success. Then family is all on board. Taking a leap to better yourself instead of focusing on doing what your family says on a day to day basis is looked down upon.

  2. Apr 2025
    1. I defeated them after five hundred years,and I endured.

      I am confused... I thought that the Joaquín we were talking about is the bandit but no one can live for five hundred years. I understand the sorrow, hurt, and longing of the text but I don't understand the perspective I should be reading it in. Is it a single person or are they speaking in the sense of many?

    2. Here I stand,poor in money,arrogant with pride,bold with machismo,rich in courageandwealthy in spirit and faith.

      The word "machismo" has always been used in an unpleasant way as society develops but in this instance, it is used as something good. He is a man with pride for his country, family, and ancestors. Not machismo in a toxic way like it is used today.

    3. I am the mountain Indian,                superior over all.

      As I read this, I think it is coming from a place of encouragement of themselves not as a downplay on anyone else.

    4. Zapotec

      Zapotec: Indigenous peoples of Mexico who live in Oaxaca. The Zapotec people developed advancements to Mesoamerica like a writing system and calendar which was before the Aztecs and Mayans.

    5. Progress

      I find it interesting that he decided to capitalize "Progress" when the text expresses their dislike of this whole idea. The respect of something that has arguably shattered their life is crazy to me.

    6. Joaquín

      After reading the whole poem, I was wondering why the name Joaquín, but after some light research it makes sense.

      Joaquín: established by God

      I am not religious myself, but my family is heavily religious and from my experience it is because our ancestors were religious. I am making a stereotypical assumption that Joaquín is a believer as a majority of Chicanos